Personal Stylist: The Sequel

Chapter 4

Meanwhile somewhere in North Hollywood...

"Wow, this is so dope..." I said to myself out loud. I laughed as I scrolled through my own instagram. "What, babe?" My man asked. "Look." I said, scooting over to show him my page. "What am I supposed to be looking at?" He said. "I just made it to 1 million followers." I cheered. He rolled his eyes and stood up. "Man, that's all you care about these days. Shit is lame!" He complained.
It's me, Asia and I'm back bitches! Back better than ever, badder than ever, and richer than ever. I am now one of the highest paid strippers in the city of Los Angeles and a bitch is thriving!! I also have a beautiful 2 year old son named Amari Jace. He's the love of my life and he's gorgeous because he's light skinned with green eyes. My Puerto Rican baby.
Anyway, I just bought a brand new house with 7 bedrooms, 5 bathrooms, a gorgeous balcony with a view, a huge kitchen, and a 5 car garage. Only the best for THE best you feel me? I'm the baddest to ever do it, period. I'm so high class that even the niggas I choose to be with make bigger bank than me. The best only fucks with the best. That's just how it works over here.
My baby daddy for example. His name is Terrell Whyte, famous NBA player for the Lakers. He and I have been together for 6 years now. We met when he came to the strip club that I work at. Long story short, he told me that he liked what he saw and the rest was history. My nigga makes bank okay? He stay spoiling me and I love it.
Terrell went into the kitchen and I followed him. "What's with your attitude?" I questioned. He went into the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. "I don't got no attitude." He lied. I folded
My arms and blocked him from leaving the room. "You're lying. What the fuck is wrong with you?" I pressed. He gently grabbed my arms and moved me to the side so he could exit. "Asia, move out my way!" He says. He finally left the kitchen and once again I followed his ass. I was gonna get what I wanted. "Rell, what is your problem?! You're gonna tell me now!" I demanded. He stopped dead in his tracks then turned to look at me. "And what the fuck you gonna do if I don't?" He challenged. I laughed and flipped my hair. This nigga know I'm crazy. I don't understand why he keep testing me. "See, I don't know why you keep playing with me, Terrell. You know I'm crazy." I warned him. He laughed at me. "Get the fuck out my face with that. Ain't nobody scared of yo little ass." He says. I roll my eyes and walk out of the room to go check on my son. He was taking a nap.

- 30 Minutes Later -

"Girl, I don't know what's wrong with Terrell. He really act like I won't fuck his homeboy." I said into the phone. My friend, Mya laughed. "Girl you crazy!" She says to me. "I'm dead ass serious. Not only is his homeboy fine, but he got way more bread than Terrell." I admitted. Terrell was out with his boys. "Which homeboy is this?" Mya wanted to know. "Kedan Russell. He play ball with him." I said. "Ooh, girl. He is fine! I say go for it." Mya suggests. I laughed. "I mean, girl I might have to. Every time he comes over to see Terrell, we be eyeing each other down like crazy." I say. "Y'all got chemistry." Mya jokes. I laughed again. "Shut up, what you doing?" I wanted to know. "Nothing, bored as hell in the house. What you doing?" Mya questions. "Where Deon at?" I asked. "Out playing ball with his boys. That's all he be doing now." My friend tells me. Mya and I have been friends for about 4 years now. We met at the strip club that we work at now. She's engaged to Deon Maverick. A professional football player for the Oakland Raiders. That's my homegirl. She always encourages my hoe activities and I appreciate her for that. She never judges me.
"Let's go out tonight." I suggest. "Shit, I'm down. What you tryna do?" Mya pressed. I twirled my hair and lay down on my bed. "I know this new club just opened up in LA. They having an event tonight. Ladies free all night." I said. "Ooh girl lets go then! I'm always down to go to the club." Mya says. I laughed. "Aight that's the plan. I just gotta drop Amari off to my mama and then Ima come scoop you around 6." I said. "Alright, girl. Ima tell Derrick that I have plans tonight." Mya says to me. I laugh and roll my eyes. I honestly don't understand why she gotta tell that nigga every time she about to go somewhere. Shit is ridiculous to me.
"Mama, I need you to watch Amari tonight." I said to my mother as soon as she answered the phone. "Well,hello to you too, Asia." She says,sarcastically. I roll my eyes and sigh deeply. "Hi, mama. I need you to watch Amari tonight." I said. She laughed. "I should've known. You only call me when you need somebody to watch Amari. Where you going tonight, Asia?" My mother sassed. "Well, if you must know, there's this new club that just opened up in LA." I said to her. She sighed. "You lucky I love my grand baby." My mom tells me. I squealed. "Thank you mommy!" I cheered. "Get off my phone and bring me my grandson." My mother said before hanging up. Well, that was rude. I hopped of my bed and got Amari ready to go to grandmas house.
"You wanna see grandmama?" I said to my son, while taking him out of his car seat. He clapped,smiled, and laughed. "Let's go,papa!" I said, after kissing his chunky cheeks. We ran across the street to my moms house. I knocked on the door 3 times before my mother opened the door. "Hi, mom." I said. "Hi, my handsome baby boy!" My mother says,taking Amari and completely ignoring me. I handed her his spider man backpack. I fixed my mouth to say something but before I could say anything, she closed the door in my face. "Well shit." I said, making my way to my car.

* Isn't Asia just lovely? 🥴